This journey is different for everyone. it's been over 3 years since I lost my heart dog to acute kidney failure. I thought about her all day, every day for weeks on end. I cried constantly. Still, after all this time I can't think about her without tears welling up. It gets easier over time. You stop thinking about them all day every day. You stop looking for them. You stop thinking it's time to feed them dinner or time to let them go outside. For me, that took months to get past. But the hurt is still there, just buried and scarred over.
I'm so sorry for your loss. It will probably take weeks if not months for the hurt not to feel so raw, but it will get easier.
Oh, AlbaCrush, my heart just breaks for you! Unfortunately I'm with Miss Molly above--it takes years sometimes. Just let the tears flow, and flow ... it's the only thing you can do. We love them like children, don't we?
Like others, I've been through it many times. The first one was definitely the hardest--I was totally blindsided at how life-changing it was. My little Yorkie had been my best friend and constant companion for nearly 7 years--a pocket dog who did EVERYTHING with me. He died of a blood clot in his lung on the way home from a walk in the park (he had a rare blood disease). I'll never forget the keening sound he made as he sat straight up in my lap and struggled for his last breath. Wrenching. I lost 11 lbs the first week he was gone. I was so heartbroken that I actually moved across the country from CA back to VT, to be closer to my family, because I needed the support. (I also thought if I'm reacting this way to my dog dying, how on earth would I survive if a family member died and I was across the country?)
I still, 22 years after his death, have his favorite little stuffed toy on my shelf, his frisbee on my bulletin board (we did a charity walk for pets together, and that was the "swag" at the end), and of course, his ashes in my headboard.
I have moved on too, of course--I've been owned by 7 other dogs since then AND fostered 16 more.
Two things helped me after the death of one of my dogs. One was my vet telling me that the best way to honor your dog is to never be able to live without a dog in your life again, because your special one added so much to your life. I grabbed onto that with both hands and held tight (although it was about 2 years before I was able to take in another one without feeling like I was "betraying" my love for little Rocket). You just have to take it one day at a time and heal at your own speed--then think about giving another one the loving home they deserve.
The other thing that helped me was when someone said "your dog loved YOU as much as you loved her". Strangely, that had never occurred to me--but I found it SO comforting! To be loved THAT MUCH? I was moved.
I'm sure this loss is magnified even more by it being the holiday season. And it'll come up every year at this time ... My heart goes out to you.
I pestered everybody I knew for ages talking about it. I was so grateful to those willing to listen. So if you run out of people like that, feel free to PM me. I get it.
Many hugs to you. Your furkid was beautiful. Hopefully someday we'll see them again.